The only good deed I’ll be doing tonight is for the angels.”“The angels?”“Haven’t you heard? Every time I make you come, an angel gets his wings.”Brady dropped his smoky gaze to Gage’s mouth for a beat. “We really need to leave. Now.

She leaned in, a tip she had read today on HuffPo’s Love & Sex section. Boobs out, smile wide, voice low. Being sexy was exhausting.

What can I do to get you out of your shirt today, Luke?” Her voice held a husky, wheeler-dealer tone, the kind of voice for which he was likely to do anything. He imagined that voice whispering in his ear, issuing wicked orders, making him hard as steel.

You always have my attention. When you're in the room, you're my sun.

Who needs the fairy tale when crazy, messy, sexy reality with the woman I adore is a million times better?

He was the hottest guy she had everseen, so out of her league they hadn’t invented his league yet. It was like Future League of Hot Guys We Can’t Place Because They’re Too Fucking Hot.

She pushed him back to the desk, poking his chest.“I may punch you, bite you, crush your nuts between my thighs. It’s going to be the best hate sex I’ve ever had. And your survival is not my first concern.

Knowing what she did to him made her feel powerful, just as knowing what he did to her made her feel weak.

I’m just a simple guy. I love beer, sex, and hockey. I hate liars, Sting, and art that doesn’t have people in it. - Luke Almeida